(cw: suicidal ideation, transformation, absorption, size difference, buff zeebs getting hips )
"Just kill me." Croix muttered into the broad chest of his friend holding him.
Tristan squeezed gently, "I'm not going to hurt you." The muscular zebra had been holding the despondent jackalope for what must have been hours, laying on Croix's bed with Tristan on the bottom.
"I don't want to deal with life a
I won't let you die
By: TristanHawthorne
Favorited: 7 years ago
